The fishing day

When I was 12, I lived with my grandparents in the countryside. we lived in a small town called Ambar. I have some fond memories of this place. For example, I remember my first-day fishing. 

One day my uncles and I went to fish in a river near our house.

When we got to the river, my uncle Carlos gave me a fishing rod and said: “Javier, try to catch something.”

I had never seen a fishing rod before I went to Ambar. That was my first experience fishing.

I was fishing for 30 minutes when my uncle asked me: “did you catch something?”.

I said: “No, I didn’t catch anything”. 

“Don’t give up, keep trying”, said my uncle. 

I saw that my uncles fished a lot of trout. It was incredible.

I had no luck on my first-day fishing. 

I had been fishing for over an hour before I gave up.

But it was a beautiful experience. I enjoyed the beautiful landscapes. I had a lot of fun with my uncles.  And most important, that day we ate fried trout with rice for dinner.